Winter Clinic

"Hi, I'm Stacy Birk, I played with Jackie, we just graduated last year. I'm a graduate student studying project management and I'm working as a grad assistant. I'm a pitcher and today I'll be doing bunting."
That was my self-introduction today at Illinois State's annual winter clinic. Since you weren't there, you can't really get the full affect of my introduction, so I'll just add that I wasn't too happy about the bunting part. For the past four years, the clinic has been just another thing on our schedule. It's an 8 hour camp with about 100 participants from 4th-8th grade. It's long, tiring, and pretty much one of the least favorite things I've done as an ISU softball player. I was always assigned to batting exercises for half the camp, and then pitching the second half. Batting exercises weren't my favorite but I looked forward to going down to pitching after lunch.
When the coaches asked me last week if I could come help at the clinic, I said yes under the impression that I would actually get to help with pitching. So I arrived at the clinic at 8:30am this morning, got my camp shirt and my itinerary, and flipped to the pitching page. I didn't see my name there, so I'm thinking hmm, that's weird. So I flipped the page again and I saw "Bunting positioning - Stacy" and I'm thinking are you serious??? I've pitched in the program for four years, and I'm still getting shafted at the clinic?! Wow. So I spent my day repeating everything that was said when each group came to our rotation and got the bunting introduction. I'm not even sure why my station was needed; it's never been a station before and I was seriously told to repeat what had just been said in the intro. Sweet.
Anyway, I don't want to get too into it, but I was really looking forward to helping with the pitchers, so doing bunting was sort of a slap in the face. Hmm. Maybe next year I'll actually be allowed to work with the pitchers. Or maybe I just won't agree to help at all.